Looking north west from the front of my house

Winter broke early in 1994.  The rain turned to ice and loaded the brittle black locust branches and twigs with silver that danced and sparkled in the frigid breeze.

The next morning, the moist silver had collect a covering of wet snow flakes making ice cycles appear as snow white cat tails.



The snow blanketed my pond leaving no evidence of the danger to anyone who might venture foreward.


The big old red barn is a landmark in county and stands at the highest elevation - 1350 feet above sea level.



Overlooking the Monet bridge, snow capped rhodedendrons strain under the unwelcome load of the fresh snow fall.


Who could hope for more than to wake up to a scene like this on Christmas Morning?

Looking south east from the dining room

Looking northwest from the living room

Looking northeast from the living room

Looking northeast from the living room

Looking northwest from the living room